In the next moment, he had already sensed that these sword qi were all gathered in an empty and illusory space.

This space is indeed in the place of his henchman.

The sword qi is in the heart, and he really has a short life?

His mind moved, but those sword qi moved slightly.

Han Muye could feel the emotions and grievances coming from these sword qi.

Sword energy, have emotions?

Grievance?

Could it be that these sword qi are trying to tell themselves that whether they will live for three months or not has nothing to do with them?

Sure enough, Han Muye's thoughts were together, and those sword qi shook again.

So spiritual!

Han Muye sighed softly in his heart.

As if sensing his admiration, those sword qi rose and fell, as if they were cheerful.

As soon as the sword qi moved, Han Muye could feel that all the limbs and bones on his body were surging with power.

A trace of sword qi passed through the illusory space, passing through the meridians of his body.

The fiery red sword qi brought scorching heat, making him feel warm all over his body, and the earthy yellow sword qi made his muscles and bones feel inexhaustible.

The cyan sword qi seemed to be able to urge his body to grow, and the cold sword qi like water vapor swam in his body, calming his heart.

These sword qi will really hurt themselves?

Han Muye slowly got up and looked at the wooden shelves stretching around.

At this moment, it was as if he saw every sword beckoning to him.

Every sword here seems to be close to him.

How could such a sword qi hurt oneself?

As soon as his mind moved, the empty and illusory space dissipated, and all the sword qi in his body converged like a trickle of clear water.

"Han boy, in two days, you can go to the inner gate to find a body refining method and cultivate it." On the wooden frame in front, Huang Laoliu's voice came.

"Perhaps, it will make you live a little longer."

Practicing the body?

Han Muye nodded.

Indeed, he now needs to practice a practice.

Moreover, he needed to make up for all kinds of common sense in the spiritual world.

"Sixth brother, I heard Sect Leader Lin say yesterday that my Nine Xuan Sword Sect has a Heavenly Realm powerhouse in charge?"

"That ancestor, is he a Heavenly Realm powerhouse?"

What does the heavenly realm really look like?

", he put gold on the face of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate." Huang Lao Liu sighed angrily.

"I don't have a single Yuan Infant Realm in the Nine Xuan Sword Sect."

The Yuan Infant Realm is the first layer of the Heavenly Realm, and if there is no Yuan Infant, how can the Heavenly Realm come from?

Is Lin Jiaotou really talking nonsense?

But looking at him yesterday, he was a simple man.

"Don't talk about my Nine Xuan Sword Sect, in the Western Frontier, there are only three Yuan Infant Stage Ancestors in total."

Huang Lao Liu snorted.

There are only three Heavenly Realms in the Western Frontier?

Han Muye still thought that this world was full of heaven and earth, and the land was not as good as a dog.

Yesterday, I was inspired by Lin Jiaotou for a few words, and I still felt how strong the Nine Xuan Sword Sect was, it turned out that it was like this.

Huang Lao Liu's voice came again: "But that guy doesn't lie to you." ”

"Although my Nine Xuan Sword Sect does not have a Heavenly Realm, there are a few Great Perfections, half-step Yuan Infants, and the power of the Nine Xuan Sword on the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, and if you fight with the Heavenly Realm, you can also be undefeated."

Speaking of this, Huang Lao Liu poked his head out from the wooden frame and said in a low voice: "There is a divine sword on the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, holding this sword, the heavenly realm can be battled." ”

In the Sword Pavilion, there are still such treasures?

Han Muye's face moved.

"Those kinds of treasures are not easy to use."

"The Sword Pavilion Watching the Sword is immortal, and the uncast sword qi is condensed all over the body, so that this sword can be activated."

Speaking of this, Huang Lao Liu's face was slightly gloomy, but there was a hint of heroism: "Within a hundred breaths, you can fight in the Heavenly Realm." ”

"After a hundred breaths, the sword qi in the whole body is exhausted, and if you want to condense, you need another jiazi."

Another Jiazi?

Han Muye knew in his heart that it was impossible.

When the sword qi is exhausted, it is equivalent to the dissipation of the strength of the whole body and turning into an ordinary person, how can it be possible to live another Jiazi?

Even if you can live another Jiazi, I'm afraid you won't be able to condense that kind of sword qi.

In other words, the Sword Pavilion Sword Watcher, after a year, ten years, and a Jiazi, can he be able to breathe in the Heavenly Realm.

One Jiazi, it will spell the glory of this hundred breaths.

Looking at Huang Lao Liu in front of him, seeing his expression, Han Muye said softly: "Sixth brother came to Sword Pavilion for this?" ”

Huang Lao Liu was shocked, and then nodded lightly.

"Hundred Breaths Heavenly Realm."

"I once boasted in front of people that I will reach heaven in this life."

"Even if it's a hundred breaths, it's also a heavenly realm, isn't it?"

Huang Lao Liu laughed, lowered his head, turned around and continued to wipe the long sword.

Is it worth it to cultivate all your life just for a hundred breaths?

Han Muye looked at Huang Laoliu's back and did not speak.

People should always have some pursuits when they live, right?

Then what did you ask for when you came to this world?

Turning his head, he saw the sword arms stretching on the wooden frame in front of him.

Each of these swords seemed to be calling him.

Sword?

Sword!

In Han Muye's mind, the image of the Tao Ran Ancestor burning the plain for hundreds of miles with a sword.

Isn't it necessary to come here to cultivate the world to master such power?

With a long sword in hand, the world is dominant, this party is in vain!

For a while, Han Muye only felt full of strength.

The sword qi in his body surged instantly, as if he was about to rush out of his body.

The entire first floor of the Sword Pavilion, with 30,000 sword weapons, all emitted a faint tremor.

Huang Lao Liu held the trembling long sword in his hand, with a trace of doubt on his face, and looked up at the location on the second floor.

"Ancestor, is this a sacrifice for the Nine Xuan Sword?"

……

Han Muye didn't go to rest again, but picked up the sackcloth and wiped those sword weapons again.

At this time, he could feel the joy of each sword in his hand.

Stroking the long sword, he could still feel a hint of shyness from the blade.

It is as if it was gently touched by a loved one.

Unconsciously, a trace of breath penetrated into Han Muye's body.

And in his illusory space, there was also a trace of sword qi coming out, flowing along his palm, pouring into the long sword in his hand.

At this moment, Han Muye could feel the tremor coming from the long sword in his hand.

It's like, indescribable joy.

Double Major?

These two words flashed in Han Muye's mind.

As soon as this word appeared, the swords in the entire first-floor Sword Pavilion vibrate.

Huang Lao Liu's face showed a trace of confusion, and muttered, "Ancestor, what's wrong?" Have you eaten Da Thu Dan? ”

……

Wiped three thousand sword weapons in one day, the sword qi impacted, Huang Laoliu's face was pale, his body was shaky, he poured a few sips of wine, and went to sleep.

Han Muye was lying on the wooden couch, his eyes closed, his mind falling into the void and illusion, watching the countless sword qi in it intertwined.

Because Huang Lao Liu was so tired, Han Muye wiped a lot more long swords.

On this day, he had harvested nearly two thousand sword qi.

A few of them were thick, and there was one-tenth of the purple flame sword.

At this time, two thousand sword qi wandered in the void and illusion, and it seemed to be extremely cheerful.

In addition to these sword qi, Han Muye also comprehended a lot of swordsmanship.

Xuanyuan swordsmanship thirty-one.

Thirteen kinds of swordsmanship.

There are three kinds of two swordsmanship.

A kind of Sanxuan swordsmanship.

As for the three Xuan, there is only that one type of five-Xuan swordsmanship, which burns the plain.

Enough is enough!

The Five Xuan Sword Technique, which is equivalent to the old ancestor of the Yu Dan Realm, can exert its power.

He has already mastered this kind of swordsmanship, and he is not satisfied?

Lying on the wooden couch, Han Muye grinned lightly.

With a sword qi and dozens of swordsmanship, is he a swordsman?